Scared Little Oscar

Yesterday Oscar tore up another bed. We keep extras so Vince went upstairs and got one and he was scared to death of it. He was standing at the edge of the gate begging me to come rescue him. He would not take his eyes off that bed.

For probably 45 minutes, he growled at it, whined for me to come help him. I’m figuring . . he’s the one who decided to tear up the old bed, now he has a choice – cold tile floor or the soft new bed . . his choice to make.

When it got time to take him out, I picked the bed up and put it on top of one of the totes we have there to keep him from tearing up the back of the sofa. I picked Oscar up and was holding him close to the bed. He was whining and trying to get away. I kept rubbing the bed and saying “good bed” like I say “good dog” or “good boy” to him when he does what he’s supposed to do. Then I held him but put his feet down on the bed. He wasn’t going crazy but he wasn’t ready to get comfy in that bed.

After we came back inside, I put the bed back on the floor and noticed he was walking around it, looking at it. Before, he wouldn’t go near it.

The next time I looked over there, he was curled up in the bed! I think this is the last of our extra beds and now we need to go to a bigger size. That’s a lot of dog for that little bed.

Oscar probably weighs 14 pounds by now. Rita weighs about 6 pounds. Picking Rita up is like picking up a little feather pillow. She doesn’t wiggle and squirm, try to bite your nose while you’re holding her. Picking Oscar up is like picking up a load of bricks . . squirming bricks! He wants to bite my ear, my glasses, the leash, anything we walk by that’s close enough for him to try to grab.

The other day I said to Vince . . maybe we should have found a chihuahua. He said “Maybe we shouldn’t have found anything!” He didn’t mean to say that! 🙂